Butcher dusted off a skill he had excelled at during his FBI days and kicked the door open with a vicious blow!
Inside the private room, the two men's unrestrained laughter abruptly stopped.
At the sight of two strangers suddenly barging in, A-Train did not get angry right away. Instead, he stood up amiably. "Hey, guys, if you're looking for the restroom, you've come to the wrong place."
"But since we've met, I can give you two autographs for free!"
He raised his eyebrows, eagerly waiting for the familiar looks of delighted surprise to appear on their faces.
Unfortunately, the superstar's face-saving powers failed him completely this time.
"Thanks, but Daddy doesn't need one."
Facing A-Train's goodwill, Butcher narrowed his eyes at him like a lone wolf, his signature roguish grin spreading across his face.
Like a true lackey, he stepped aside with a fawning look.
"Boss, he's the one."
"Hey, what's going on?"
Seeing Josen behind Butcher, A-Train realized something was wrong. He picked up the goggles from the sofa and put them on, his expression darkening. "You came here looking for trouble, didn't you?"
"Good boy, congratulations on getting it right! But Daddy doesn't have a reward for you!"
With Butcher serving as his lackey, Josen suddenly realized he did not need to speak at all.
All he had to do was let Butcher do a little friendly communicating up front, and the aggro maxed itself out.
"Then you can both die!"
Boom-
A-Train muttered, and at the first disagreement, the floor beneath his feet shattered with a crash.
To an ordinary human like Butcher, his figure vanished completely from sight.
Even without enough distance to accelerate, he was still fully confident that he could smash through the two men blocking his way.
After that, whether it was